

I am reading Richard Rodriguez right now. I have just finished "Hunger of Memory: The Education of Richard Rodriquez" (Dial: 1982) which I have finished and currently reading "Brown: The Last Discovery of America" (Viking:2002). Rodriquez writes extensively about his identity and his world in "Hunger of Memory" and this theme continues to some extent in "Brown". Because the discussion of it was so pervasive and haunting in his first book, it made me think how identity affects my own writing and how it plays a part in my own reading and life.
Rodriguez admits that his editor recommended that he write more about his family life and less about his racial identity because as the editor put it in 20 years the differences in race will no longer be part of the American landscape. The author rejects this advice and writes about where

Years earlier, I used to limit my reading to authors that I agreed with. I have found I missed many authors whose books were superior and well worth investigating. I remember looking for


In Rodriguez's "Hunger", the author states that when he was in school, he just gave back to his teachers what he was taught and read. It was later he became a thinker. I find that is true about myself as well. What about the parts that we as writers have that are our identity? Rodriguez objects to be classified as an Hispanic Gay Writer. I don't think him as such myself. Whenever I hear him or read him, he makes me think in a humane way about myself and about my neighbors. I think about injustices and I think about inner anger.
There are times when I write that I am not a woman, not a Californian, not an American, not

I remember as a kid that I wanted to be someone else. It was only one time. I wanted to give up all that I was and become this bright, well-loved little blond girl who lived in the White House named Caroline Kennedy. I thought she must be the luckiest girl in

One of the things that drew me to Richard Rodriquez was his sadness. I could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice; but I never felt he felt sorry for himself. He took all that life has offered to him and made it work and I love reading how it works in his life.
For some reason, I thought I needed to hide, to suffocate who I was in my writing, in my life to be fair and unbiased. I have no idea where I got that from. When I read a novel, I don't want to

I know this college professor who is male who says all of the time that women don't think they feel. If he wasn't a relative, I would turn him off. He is wrong. Human beings feel and think. It is part of being balanced and writers are part of that equation. That is also one of the things I enjoy most about such writers as Rodriquez. He feels and thinks and is not ashamed to admit it. The prism that we use is our identity.
A wise man said that everything changes. Writers change and readers don't like that. Identity

I feel a shift in my identity as I write now. I am changing as I write, read, think, experience, relate to others. I seem to be going in another direction and it is good that I am not pigeon-holed into something as a writer. I know one writer who is known as a gay mystery writer and is frustrated she cannot find another genre. Rita Mae Brown switched and it can be done, but it is

The problem is when the individual writer stops himself or herself from changing because one formula worked and something new might not. I don't think Rodriguez is stopping himself from changing because he has done so much that others have told him not to do. There is a sense of honesty in his work that shows. What I have learned from reading Rodriguez is that it is alright to be oneself in spite of opposition of others, to take an opposing point of view is alright as long as it is yours. To be honest with oneself is what really counts when living with oneself. There is also a fear of change that can be in ourselves too. That is another reason I love reading Rodriguez because he is not afraid to stand alone.
I started with this subject thinking that I needed to shy away from over identifying from certain things about myself. I brought in Richard Rodriguez because I liked the way he did not refrain from being who he wanted to be even if people called him names and sometimes those people were from his own community. He seems to realize that he is in a tough place and instead of hiding from it, meets it head on and meets it unflinchingly.
I used to have this dream over and over again as a small child. I dreamed that I had a monster
